Feymor and Zenam followed Hurricane back to Cyclone's hunting party. Both females wore an unusual attire for Ferals: that being long pants, long-sleeved shirt, and a Glyker hide hood to conceal themselves.
All of which had similar taints of purple to add onto their purpose. The Ferals stopped in front of Cyclone, waiting for him to give them their packages.
Zenam calmly cooed, keeping to herself as he handed her a dismembered head with the Symbol of Legion Conflict engraved onto its cheek. She looked down at the turning edges and the crimson center.
Carelessly holding it up by the rough black hair. She turned the head so she could study the look of on the face. Which was a frozen stare of fear. Zenam glanced at Hurricane, knowing this looked like the aftermath of one of her tantrums.
And she would be right. Hurricane did kill this Thawed, leaving the corpse to her Neddy so he could prepare it for the delivery.
Feymor grabbed onto the head Cyclone handed to her, which sent a shiver down her spine. She scanned their eyes, finding a hint of peace inside the Feral's lifeless expression.
"W'ere do you want us to drop t'ese 'eads off at?" Feymor looked up at Cyclone. "Or can we drop it in t'e nearest town or city?"
Cyclone shook his head. "No, bring one to Hail Heart and another to Furmire. We are making a statement with these heads."
Zenam continued to coo peacefully, keeping her eyes close and a calm smile. She turned to the south west, where Digon's mountain range rested. Then she bolted across the clearing.
All while keeping her calm facial expression and content cooing. Making Zenam seem less like a messenger and more like a meditating Yomie.
Feymor watched until Zenam's silhouette disappeared from her sight. She looked down at the delivery she was supposed to make, then nodded before taking off sprinting towards the east.
Grass hissed before abruptly stopping as she rampaged over them, making her way faster than she had ever ran before. While also trying to be as careful as she could with the head.
-Sunset, same day-
Auroras painted the mountain range's sky in different shades of blue. Variants looked outside of their homes, admiring the light show.
Thawed clasped their hands together and prayed, thanking the Nine for such a beautiful scene. Icicles wished for plenty of snow in the incoming days, so they could play outside more.
While the adults prayed for the Conqueror Fall survivors who were struggling to maintain peaceful relations with Volatile.
Some little groups of around twenty to sixty Variants even requested to be left alone so they could build their own Legions independent from Niro's peace treaties.
Ascent Ferals hung in cliques outside, spending time together and even building stronger bonds. Each knowing the traditional Feral mating season was going to be there in only five months.
They talked and even charmed one another by showing hints of potential romantic interest. Which made it all the weirder when a hooded figure walked up to a group who rested on a shop's roof.
"Uh, hey!" a male called out to Zenam. "Who are you? Do you need a place to stay for the night? Oh. Maybe you'd want to - I don't know - watch the auroras with the rest of Hail Heart?"
Zenam continued to coo comfortably as she blissfully stared up at them, she was as calm as they came. Instead of responding with words, she glanced down at her hand. Studying the head one final time.
She then hurled it at the group. "Bring that to your Detrass, you icy pieces of Eteni crap! Tell him it's a special delivery from Olavin-Faa. He can come over to see if he really is that tough guy he claims he is!"
The male jumped away from the head, which landed on a female's back. She growled, visibly annoyed at the disrespect. Her hand reached out to the frozen limb, bringing it closer for them to see.
"If he doesn't come over in six days, we'll come here and fight you all!" Zenam continued to provoke. "First we'll beat your Neddy, then we'll pluck the teeth out of your Neddy! They'll both be in pain as we beat their cubs up!!"
"Enough!" the female growled back. "I'll see you in that forest, then. Only then you'll realize just how screwed you happy-faced-fucker truly are."
Zenam returned to her content smile and closed eyes. "Okay, thanks! Kiss an Eteni's ass while you're at it. Bye - bye, and don't forget. Olavin-Faa!"
-Furmire, same time as Zenam's arrival-
Feymor approached the guards, who prepared to push the shady figure back. Only to see the severed head of a Feral laying lifelessly in front of them.
"Wh - what... you're a monster!" one of the guards called out.
"Correct, your Trilogy birt'ed us like t'is," Feymore agreed. "Now look at t'is, I am 'ere ready to deliver some big news for you submissive softies."
The other guard repositioned his pike, this time aiming straight for Feymor's covered stomach. If she was to make any sudden changes or provoke them enough, they would strike her down.
"Aww, w'at are you gonna do with t'at?" Feymor mocked the guard. "Stab me? Kill me? T'en come do it, you damn Yonie!"
After hearing the insult, the guard lunged forward. Ready to pierce Feymor's flesh and insides with the sharp tip of the lance.
Only for her to spin around and kick the pike away. She then planted her leading foot beside the attacker, only to drive a front-kick that threw the guard onto the ground.
"Now, be good little submissive Yonies and bring t'at 'ead straight to t'e elite stationed here. Olavin-Faa sent me, and you're more t'an welcomed to come over. I'll be waiting to chew your 'ead off."
Feymor backed up, then turned around to dash out of there. Just like Zenam was doing. Both Ferals eagerly tore through the clearings and roads to reach their home before it was too late into the night.
However, even if they didn't make it in time, they were still successful in delivering the challenge to Volatile. And hopefully even Ubita, too.